mtl008 Chapter 263 Apology Drink and Notes
Chapter 263 Apology Drink and Notes
Chapter 263 Apology Drink and Notes
"In the end, we finally sat down and talked together... Hailing, really."
Mana had a headache. Since she had to attend the evening show, she should have taken a taxi quickly. Suddenly, she pulled Chuhua and Miaomeng back to find a seat to sit down... What was this?
As the two parties involved, Miao Meng and Chu Hua were too embarrassed to speak frankly at the moment, and they were completely unable to apologize...so Hai Ling acted on her own again.
"Here are the... uh, apology drinks for everyone~"
Should I say the waitress is really dedicated to her job? She actually came up with such an awkward name...
Mana wasn't in a bad mood at the moment. Looking at Hailing's pretending to be serious expression and Chuhua and Miaomeng who were fighting with each other, she actually wanted to laugh.
Mana wanted to laugh even more when she thought about what Hailing would do later.
"Thank you," Hai Ling nodded to the waiter, placing the triple drinks and two notes on the tray in front of Chu Hua and Miao Meng, respectively, along with a glass of iced ginger cola for herself. "I'll settle the bill later. Please step aside for a moment."
His gaze turned back to Chu Hua and Miao Meng, who looked troubled. The two people who were sitting opposite each other and had been arguing just now suddenly wanted to reconcile secretly. After all, it was better to exchange benefits secretly than to do such a shameful thing in public.
"Who will go first? Chuhua or Miaomeng?"
Hai Ling knocked on the table impatiently, her neat nails tapping regularly on the light wooden board.
"Well... let me go first."
Miao Meng let out a long sigh. Her career as a bottom anchor had trained her to be mentally prepared for embarrassment in a short period of time. At this moment, her eyes were extremely determined.
This isn't the first time I've done something embarrassing. After I coax Chu Hua into submission, I'll have tons of traffic... Think about the dismal number of views on my videos, and think about my mother who's far away in my hometown!
Miao Meng nervously held up the piece of notepaper in front of her. On it was Chu Hua's neat handwriting, but it was somewhat blurred due to her hesitation. Miao Meng read the contents aloud... well, actually, the volume was only audible to the people at her table.
"Ms. Yutenji Wakamugi, I think you're very conflicted. You care about fame, popularity, and money, but you don't want my money. You're always trying to interfere with the band's management strategy, but when you really have to make decisions that might put you at risk, you keep silent... Am I really that unreasonable?"
There was no need to pay attention to the sinister mumblings that followed. Miao Meng, blushing, quickly adjusted herself and continued reading:
"I hope you can trust me a little more. Ave Mujica won't disband so easily, and our future won't be so poor. Don't think about hyping things up. Let's just focus on being a band first and then talk about other things... That's all. I'm done."
Chuhua was so embarrassed that she didn't want to see anyone. She buried her head in Mana's arms. It was too embarrassing to listen to others reading her comments about others...
Who gave Hai Ling the idea?
It’s rotten!
Hai Ling tilted her head and asked Miao Meng, who had a complicated expression, her face still as expressionless as usual.
"What do you think, Mai-chan... Well, I won't ask you to say that. I always feel like I'm going to be suffocated by you with pillows at night."
Mana pushed Chuhua, who was not mentally prepared, out of her arms with a smirk on her face. Suddenly, she looked directly into Miaomeng's eyes, which made Chuhua feel a little at a loss... In the end, she reluctantly picked up the note in front of her and started reading.
"I'm going to start reading... Miss Triangle Chuhua, do you not consider yourself a member of the band? Or do you think you are so superior that you simply treat us like pets?"
"I don't like this kind of care. I'm wondering... why Maijiang always writes in dialect... Sorry, please don't mind."
I was glared at by Miao Meng with such an unhappy look. I felt so embarrassed. I was totally unconsciously discriminating against different regions. I didn't mean it.
"Ahem... We figured you didn't like the idea of forming a commercial band for money. We have to earn the money that's ours. If that jerk agency has taken it, we have to fight for it back instead of just suffering in silence."
"I don't care why Chuhua formed the band. The New Year's Dojo you promised me is already halfway done, so I have to help you run the band. Chuhua, please trust me more. Although I like money, I like the feeling of sharing it with everyone even more... Well, I'm done."
The two beautiful girls who were embarrassed in public were silent for a moment, not only because the customers at the next table looked at them as if they were little fools, but also because they didn't expect that the other party didn't hate them, but instead wanted them to trust them more.
In the end, it was Miao Meng who spoke first. She poked her finger embarrassedly, pretended to be calm, took a sip of the so-called "apology drink", which was a very expensive fruit-flavored hot cocoa, and then spoke in a twisted manner.
"Um... I'm sorry, Chuhua. We misunderstood you. I thought you were a scab because you accepted the firm's money."
Seeing Miao Meng give in on her own initiative, Chu Hua smiled with relief, raised his own "apology drink" and clinked glasses with Miao Meng.
"I'm sorry, too. I always thought you were just trying to cash in on the band, but it turns out you actually care about everyone in the band... It's a good thing to like money, and we're definitely going to make a lot of money in the future."
"Really? Then when we make money from now on, we won't accept bank transfers. We'll take all the money in cash. You pay me in wads, I pay you in wads, and then we can go surfing in Yokohama together... I think we're thinking too far ahead, hehe~"
"It's okay. Actually, we can go after we get the money the firm owes us back...but if we fall out with the firm, we might have to start from scratch."
Hailing and Mana saw the two people who were arguing with each other started chatting and laughing. They looked at each other and tacitly proposed together:
"Why don't we just give up the money?"
Chuhua and Miaomeng: Ah...ah?
So why did you two drag us into this fuss just now?
However, Hai Ling obviously didn't finish her words. After gulping down the bubbling iced ginger cola in front of her, she covered her mouth in an uncouth manner, with an ugly expression and confused eyes.
"Hey, Hailing, you'll get burps if you do that."
The golden-haired keyboardist and the purple-haired drummer had already covered their ears while the golden-haired one was still politely reminding them.
"Hmm~"
What? I thought it was some earth-shattering noise, but it turned out to be just a cute little hiccup.
"Huh... My suggestion is, we should take the base over and run the band ourselves."
Hai Ling raised her head decently as if nothing had happened, combed the stray hair on her head, and the red lining that highlighted her plump figure was not wrinkled at all.
"When I was forming a band, I had no experience, and my teammates stood me up at a live performance. I think that was the time when I, as a bassist, was most noticed by the audience... At that time, I thought, we should form a band, live and eat in a big house, and hold live performances there too, so no one can stand each other up."
Chuhua and Miaomeng looked at each other in surprise - what a tragic and funny experience, but also surprisingly reasonable.
Mana patted Hailing's shoulder sympathetically and said, "Hailing, you're so pitiful... But the reason I want the base is not that complicated. I just feel that the place I live now is not good."
Chuhua was the first one who didn't believe it. She said that the old and dilapidated house they were living in was chosen by Mana herself. She said that she felt safe living in a small house and it didn't matter if it was a little simple... Chuhua looked at Mana, who felt a little guilty, with a look of disbelief.
"Don't look at me like that... Actually, there's another reason - once you become famous, reporters will come up to you and ask you: why does the band exist?"
Mana's acting was so lifelike that her silly energy successfully made everyone laugh.
"Then let's say our lead singer and drummer had a fight, and because the bassist took the initiative to make some apology drink, they reconciled. Then we took out these two cups and knocked them together... Phew, it's so funny, I can't help it..."
This might be the strangest band spirit ever formed, right?
Because of two cups of hot cocoa and two sticky notes? The first explosion was resolved so easily?
Hailing said that the corner of her clothes was a little dirty, and said, "No need to thank me, I'm going to pick up Xiaomu."